Sometimes, I write love poems to myself.

My heart is made of gold
and gold is not magnetic
my tears are made of diamonds
they cut right through the earth
my lips are made of rosebuds
Tender as the dawn
My breath is made of fairy dust
But it doesn’t travel far

My hair is made of seaweed
My breast are portals to the stars
My legs are made of Red Spring Wheat
My womb is a dripping cave

My words are water that cuts a slot canyon
My scent stolen from the orchids

My love is the magma beneath your feet
Burning 5000 degrees
My love is the darkness between the stars
Twisting unknown space
My love can be lightening that connects sky to earth
Or an empty october rain

My heart is made of water

My world is electromagnetic

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